Where are the dogs and hubby? They have been gone for almost 3 hours...

He skipped lunch so he may have gone to buy himself a poutine.

I just did an offering of chartreuse to buddha shakyamuni and the monks.

This alcohol tastes like medicine it is so strong: only tiny sips are prefered.

Made with over 100 herbs.

By French monks.

I am longing for the return of the man and dogs. I hope the car did not refuse to start.

The battery is old.

Om mani peme hung

Om mani peme hung

Om mani peme hung

There was once a flower that grew very tired of being happy all the time and sad all at once.

A simple great lassitude overtook her at times, often she thought. More often than it should be.

In truth she lived in fear of the world ending anytime soon, her life had been so rich and fruitful.

'Surely this blessing cannot go on forever' she kept telling the sky.

She asked to finish her life while it was still so very abundant and rich and positive.

So when summer came, she suffered from a drought and became qute close to perishing.

She had no tears left and only nostalgia in her stork and flower centre.

As she was about to curl her petals inwards to prepare for the end and pray, a hummingbird, a young one, came to visit.

It was love at first sight and the tired longing flower re opened her petals and wlcomed the new bird.

A whole new season was bestowed upon them all.

Many years later, the owner of the flowr moved and left him there. She eventually passed but all her children are growing in the yard by now.

The end

UPDATE

Hubby found it super boring and complained nothing happened and it was not much of a story.

I dont think he ever ever had anything positive to say about any of my work on first hearing it or reading it. He hates it all.